Demand a blue job!

You gulp, hard. This woman is so beautiful it is actually intimidating. Dominating Kristi, the stable servants, and even the winged gate guard was one thing. This creature is clearly on another power level - Over 5,000. Yeah you watched Dragon Ball Z.

The first male human in eons to stare upon the immeasurably powerful goddess, you mumble a smooth pickup line that you will likely be repeating for all of eternity to your facefuck victims.

“I need to put my dick in your face.”

Hey. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.

Being the goddess of love, Aphrodite’s ability to detect the heat of the loins around her had always predisposed her to act a bit sluttier than most of her fellow immortals. In fact, she had been caught by her husband Hephaestus on multiple occasions with someone else "balls deep" in her perfect cunt (They usually didn’t last long considering it was impossibly tight, but this still sent him into a rage). On one occasion it had led to the fall of a large, walled city – quite unfortunate since that was Aphrodite’s favorite vacation spot. A couple hundred thousand mortals died too. Couples fight sometimes you know.

“You, a boy, want to mate with me? …You must be the entertainment I ordered hours ago.” A smug, arrogant smile takes shape.

“Ahem. Yeah.” You motion down to your erect member, pointed directly at the Greek’s perfect, upturned nose. Finding a little courage from the sex-rage building in your balls, you continue.

“I’m going to put the head of my cock so far into your throat, your face will turn beet red. Then, I’m going to pull it out and coat your face in your own spit and snot. After that, I’ll beat your face with my dick.”

Aphrodite looks genuinely confused. You went pretty far that time.

“The throat of the goddess of love is solely intended for singing, and no mortal, let alone a mortal as stupid as you, will ever experience such out-of-bounds pleasure.”

Aphrodite puts her hand on her perfect chin.

“The throat as a tool for love making? What has happened on Earth since I left? Is this how you humans express their passion in the twentieth century? Not even animals are stupid enough to put their cocks in-between two sets of teeth!”

The goddess points to the perfectly aligned, white teeth in her mouth and laughs.

As if sensing the presence of a divine figure, your cock expands, adjusting to a worthier opponent.

“Rrrrg.” You get light headed as blood rushes to your cock.

Startled by your hulk-like appendage, Aphrodite stops smiling and stares down at the veiny challenger. This is not normal, and she is clearly confused.

“I am tired of your intrusion boy. Clearly you are an oddity, and I need answers. Zophiel! I summon you! Come to me!” The god raises her hands towards the sky.

For a brief couple of seconds, you find yourself standing in the room, waiting in anticipation, staring at the woman as nothing happens. You notice that she is blatantly trying not to stare at your cock, as if she is embarrassed. If you weren’t too stupid to understand what the word irony meant, you would recognize it in this situation. This is the god of love and procreation - Somehow you have grossed out the goddess of sex to the point where she does not want to look at your penis.

Aphrodite extends her arms again, and restates her command, louder than before.

“ZOPHIEL! I SUMMON THEE!”

White wings stretch across the room. Blue flower petals start to rain down all around you as a light descends from above. A warm voice emanates from the light as a familiar body takes shape.

Yet another perfect specimen of a female flies above you, floating midair. Enormous, familiar tits jut out from an otherwise thin frame.

“Greetings Goddess Aphrodite, it is I, Zophiel-833 of the 8004th Divine Host and Cherub of-”

Stopping mid-sentence in horror, she looks upon you

“D- D- David! NO!”

Ignoring Aphrodite, Zophiel sinks to the ground. The angel prostrates herself, lowering her head in your direction, arms laid out in front of her, ass up in the air.

“Please! Have mercy! I am unable at this moment as I- I- must attend to my post! PLEASE! Leave me to my duties! Why have you summoned me here?!”

Aphrodite’s arrogant face is suddenly wrapped in shock.

Grabbing your cock, you walk to the lowered angel and place it on the top of Zophiel’s head as she physically cringes. Slowly, you rub it against her scalp. Remaining prostrated, Zophiel flinches as messy semen and spit clumps her heavenly golden locks together.

“Aphrodite, I -”

The Greek goddess interrupts, panicking.

“Where is your sword? And what is on your buttocks?”

You look at the angel’s upturned ass. Smack in the middle of her thick left ass cheek, you see a small picture of your stupid-looking face. Where did that come from? Keeping her head down and speaking into the ground, Zophiel responds.

“My lovely Aphrodite. He has a golden ticket. His existence is that of manifest destiny – and he appears to be the harbinger of the end of the age of purity.”

“Manifest destiny? He cannot have free reign, he is unworthy! No one is worthy – ESPECIALLY NOT HIM!” The goddess motions at you, fingers tightened in a fist.

In response, you let out a fart.

As if to prove Aphrodite’s point, you hump and move your dick back and forth on Zophiel’s head, smearing it with your pre-existent dick cream. Her golden hair, miraculously crafted to be perfect at the beginning of time, is pushed over her downward-positioned face, clumping the locks together with the help of Deedra and Akua’s spit. She doesn’t say a word. With her face to the ground, she takes what you give her.